under the twin moons

I'm calling it a day and hope it was just temporarily...

Let's hope tomorrow will be a better day for me...

*Sigh*

(Do know they have not seen each other for a long time…) 

A khajiit the size of a panther looked up at the orc woman. She had a fading cinnamon and colored fur with complex patterns covering the sleek shape.

”A harness. But this one does not like to be bound and prefers some more freedom.”

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Night in the Solitude docks. The docks were full of ships that cracked as they bobbed in the gentle stream of water beneath them. The water reflected the light of the moons that stood high in the sky, peeking over the city above. A lovely sight for those interested in the soothing atmosphere everything seemed to create this night. It would be completely abandoned if it weren't for two silhouettes near the locked door of the company that owned most, if not all, the ships currently in the docks.

Faint metal sounds could be heard from the shadowy figures, but the noises that made were quickly overshadowed by the sound of the waves hitting the poles of the dock and the hull of the ships. 

One of the silhouettes could be easily identified as a khajiit woman and likely part of the thieves guild, mostly due to the black tail that came from under the brown leather armor she wore, and secondly because of the accent that was heard when another metallic click broke her silence.

"Curse these lockpicks..." She whispered as she pulled out another. "Almost have it..." She bit  her lip when her lockpick broke once more and she had to hold down a grunt of anger. 

"You do it." She said to the other and handed over the lockpicks she hadn't broken yet. "This one is having a bad day for picking locks..." She was displeased to say the least.